Chapter Seventy-One: You Only Have Two Minutes

Leng Qingzhu was still immersed in his thoughts, and his hat blocked his eyes before he finally came back to his senses.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Fu Yingshao had already taken her cotton shoes in her hand, and her outstretched hand was about to touch her ankle, and when she received Gao Wenxiu's surprised gaze, she realized what she was doing.

His face instantly turned black, and his tone was very impatient: "Aren't you worried?" Then let's take a look, so you don't have to worry about it at home. ”

The cotton shoes were ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

Even more ruthless was the sentence that the man then threw out: "You only have two minutes, and in two minutes I'll be driving." ”

He turned around and went out, and the little doctor who was about to dispense the medicine turned his head to look at Leng Qingzhu and asked, "Five girls, is the hanging bottle still fighting?" ”

"Don't fight, don't fight, that Uncle Wang, I'm sorry for you."

"Hey, talking, see more, you're slow, that person said that, can you really not wait for you?"

"You don't know that he's always said he did."

Gao Wenxiu was also muttering: "Why is this person like this, he will turn his face when he says it, it seems to be very difficult to get along with." ”

"He just looks cold, but he's actually not that difficult to get along with." Leng Qingzhu can't say with a clear conscience that Fu Yingshao is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so he can only choose a relatively suitable statement.

She hurriedly put on her shoes, and Gao Wenxiu hurriedly took the woolen scarf on the side and hung it around her neck.

Leng Qingzhu hurriedly walked out, slipped under his feet and almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by the eldest brother next to him in time, Fu Zhenguo glared at his son in the car complainingly, turned his head and nagged: "Slow down, don't worry." ”

Leng Qingzhu smiled at him, went directly to the back seat, and when he got closer, he saw that his parents, mother, and grandmother were sitting in the back seat.

"Sit in front."

Fu Zhenguo couldn't see the little girl's wrinkled face, and was about to open the co-pilot's door, but he didn't expect the door to be opened from the inside.

Fu Yingshao sat in the driver's seat with a straight face.

Fu Zhenguo frowned and was about to reprimand him not to scare the little girl, but Leng Qingzhu had already sat in the car carelessly.

Fu Yingshao leaned slightly and was about to close the car door, but with a "snap", the car door had been closed by Leng Qingzhu.

The door was tightly closed, and he knew that it was closed without looking, and the muscles in the corners of Fu Yingshao's eyes jumped slightly.

"Brother, let's drive." Leng Qingzhu spoke, and the pink lip flap let out a white mist.

"Hmm." Fu Yingshao reversed the car out of the gate.

Leng Qingzhu turned his head to look at the grandmother who was supported by her parents in the middle of the back seat, and her eyebrows were full of uneasiness: "Are you better?" ”

"Don't worry, it's much better."

Mrs. Leng does look much stronger than just now.

"But you, still have a fever, and you should be staying at home."

"It's okay, don't you see she's jumping around." Leng Hongyi comforted his mother: "When you come back, let her hang the bottle." ”

Mrs. Leng made the decision: "It just so happened that the old pimple also went to the hospital for a check-up, in fact, he should have gone directly yesterday." ”

However, rural people are not so squeamish, usually have a headache and brain fever, boil some ginger soup, eat some onions, garlic and sweat and get through, but Leng Qingzhu fell into the water yesterday, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he hit the hanging bottle.

Now that the fever is repeated, Mrs. Leng can't help but worry.

Leng Qingzhu understood her grandmother's worries, patted her chest and smiled: "My dad is right, look at me, aren't you alive?" “

As she spoke, the big red in her hand came into her eyes, and Leng Qingzhu's expression instantly froze.

It was the scarf that Gao Wenxiu hung around her neck when she was in a hurry, and it was also the one that Ye Wenchuan sent.